Not long after Sir Prisha left, the Miss Bella Brown whom Shade had been waiting for returned.
Eight years had passed, and her appearance had changed noticeably. Moreover, as an ordinary citizen, her makeup was quite different from how she had looked as a maid. Therefore, Shade could only say that this lady did indeed resemble Princess Margaret's former maid. He could not confirm whether she was truly that former Military Intelligence Section Six agent.
After confirming that both Old Mr. Brown, the bookstore owner, and Miss Bella Brown were ordinary people, Shade concealed himself with an illusion and went to the second floor of the bookstore, where Miss Brown lived. He used the Door Key to open her room and conducted a brief search.
The room was very ordinary. There was an easel in the corner, along with several oil paintings with a distinct artistic flair. He did not touch anyone else's private belongings, but he still found a pistol in the desk. Other than that gun, there was nothing else worth noting. Considering that the bookstore itself illegally sold firearms, the pistol might have been given to her by Old Mr. Brown for self-defense.
"Create a situation and test her?"
"She" asked softly.
Shade shook his head and looked around the modest bedroom.
"Once certain habits are formed, they are hard to change even when someone deliberately tries to. I asked Princess Margaret about it. Her former maid received the full set of royal maid training. Sorry."
He spoke softly toward the wardrobe, then opened its doors. Ignoring the clothes hanging from hangers, he inspected the garments stacked at the bottom.
"Even if an ordinary girl is very skilled at housework, she could never match a professionally trained maid in the sheer rigor of how she arranges clothing."